Your shells which are your whole worlds.
Your shells which are your life.
Most of the time I don’t even see you, before or after I kill you.
Even if I am watchful, trying not to stand on you, I still kill you.
You evolved your shells, a defence mechanism against your predators,
but you didn’t expect me to come along.
I am not your predator, I don’t want to kill you, I feel bad when I do,
but I continue to do it.
What do I learn from the life of the snail?
I remember that I shouldn’t rely on the defences I build up because I can only protect myself against the things I already know about. I cannot prepare for the unknown and it is the unknown which will destroy me.